Uncertainty Poem by Lubinda Lubinda

After I draw my last breath
and finally depart from this earth
when the undertaker
lays my body to rest
in peace in a casket
and lowers it into the ground
would the sound
of 'weeping and wailing'
be that of lament or
it would be a sound of content?

What would the pastor say
when he'd finally stand up and pray?
would the songs sang reflect
the gloomy nature of the mood
or they'd all be cheerful and good
and pleasing to the ear?
or hurtful to hear?
on that fateful day
what would people say
about me when I'm gone?
will they even take time to mourn
because I'd have met my intimely end?

I know there'll be no dry eye
when i die, but when they cry,
will they cry tears or sorrow
or will the tears that stream
down their faces be tears of joy?

Pardon me for being so pessimistic
but, it's uncanning
and often times mind boggling
and a shocking revelation to learn
that the people you
thought loved you
actually resented you!
and that uncertainty one carries
with them to the grave!